Angular momentum
Posted: 28th November 2010 by aseem.ace in ThoughtsTags: angular momentum, love, slows, time
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Growing up your own way
Posted: 28th November 2010 by aseem.ace in ThoughtsTags: comic, grown ups, xkcd
Death
Posted: 28th November 2010 by aseem.ace in ThoughtsTags: death, life, ride, smile, sorrow, youth
A stranger arrived from out of town, dread following in his wake. An aura of ancient wisdom and sorrow graver than a funeral hung around him. I immediately recognized death and rushed to embrace it with the despair and nonchalance of youth. But as i did so he collapsed into wisps of smoke and scattered with the wind. I lived a long life before i met him again.
Unchanged and old as time itself he somehow seemed different this time. He smiled at me-a smile that would have wilted anything in its path; with intolerable fatigue and the promise of blessed release somehow conveyed together. Life had been kind to me and i was not so willing to embrace death anymore. But as i froze in terror he glided over and embraced me.
As life ebbed away i saw no white light, no pearly gates nor fires. All i met was nothingness,utter lack of being.As my consciousness scattered i laughed at all those who reluctantly accept death with the false assurance- given by godmen and incorporated into our belief system through generations of reinforcement-that after life what awaits is eternal utopia.
By -Aseem Mahajan
Flight
Posted: 28th November 2010 by aseem.ace in ThoughtsTags: die, flight, free fall, joy, raindrops, smiling
The ground beneath my feet had run out. The ravine stared me in the face. The wind tried to push me over the edge . Fate had always colluded with the Present to make me come crashing to the barren realms of reality. And lo and behold I had wings. My angst ridden soul tore up the fabric of space and I soared above the mortals. Yonder I saw the regimented routines followed by men and ants for now I had the vision of an eagle too. The atmosphere and gravity which had been my shackles slipped away and I was as free as a naked soul. A solid corporeal entity ensconced in the music of its beating wings with the blue river of sky and the white fields of clouds its playgrounds. Then I cried with the purest sensation of joy coursing through every particle of my being. As my teardrops became kin to raindrops I writhed with the pure ecstacy of freedom . And then I fell. Then I fell… The ground beneath rushed up to embrace me. The tentacles of death tried to snatch away the beauty of those perfect moments for drudgery is eternal and beauty is ephemeral. Then I smiled . For I did not want to die not smiling..
By Aseem Mahajan
Song of Childhood By Peter Handke
Posted: 28th November 2010 by aseem.ace in ThoughtsTags: child, childhood, curiosity, song, wings of desire
When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.
When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.
When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?
When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.
When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.
It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.
When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.
When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, bread,
And so it is even now.
When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.
When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.
THE BEAUTIFUL ANGER
Posted: 28th November 2010 by aseem.ace in PoemsTags: hands on her hips, love, love of his life, memories, poetry, reminiscence, romantic
She stood there with her nose crinkled and her hands on her hips,
Anger seemingly flowing out through her fingertips,
Her tongue lashing him with the fury of a storm unabating ,
Angry or while sleeping? When did she seem more beautiful he with himself kept debating,
She threw small objects at him to break his trance,
For even while fighting he was enraptured by her as could be discerned by a glance,
Then he laughed fanning the fires of her fury into a raging fire,
But the fire was so lovely he couldn’t help wishing it were his pyre,
Staring into his glazed eyes aglow with the embers of love innocent and pure,
She sighed and smiled for they suffered from a disease they wished nobody did ever cure,
For love is a disease heavenly interlaced with dizzying highs and crushing lows,
It’s a disease which cushions this ruthless world’s blows,
She unleashed love ensconced blows on his person but they were all in vain,
For her laugh rang like a wind chime to make him numb to all pain,
Those moments were such he could have died with a smile on his lips,
Toying with her hair with his fingertips,
The old man got up with a tear in his eyes and a smile which crinkled his brow,
For he was condemned to smile and with fortitude his grief tow,
Hoping and praying each day to be reunited again and forever,
And to experience once again the sublime joy of that beautiful anger..
By -Aseem Mahajan
Project Mayhem
Posted: 28th November 2010 by aseem.ace in ThoughtsTags: comedy, friendly neighbourhood alien, intelligent beings from outer space, project, Sci fi, tree
I knew my neighbor was an alien. He never used to stare at the extremely beautiful girl staying on the other side of my house. Instead he used to stare at me (before you get funny ideas read further). Additionally he did have greenish skin hidden by a polymer resembling Human skin, 2 antennas which I caught occasional glimpses of and had once witnessed him levitating . But the point about not staring at a beautiful girl clinched the matter for me. A teenager not staring at a beautiful girl is alien stuff indeed. The day had started off as usual for me -had been thrown out of two classes ,nearly slapped by a girl and stole 500 bucks from dad’s wallet . Ah the drudgery of a normal life. I was walking to a pizza parlor singing a song (it was not as if no one was in earshot but my sadist instinct forced me to ignore the unspoken pleas) .My neighbours’ entire family was going somewhere on foot. On an impulse I decided to follow them. The family had the boy of around 18, a girl of 14 or so and their parents .Suddenly the girl’s head turned a full 180 degrees and she started staring at me. I suppose there was something unnatural about it and I felt flustered. I couldn’t figure out what though. Maybe a female staring at me. Anyway I digress.
They turned into one of the side streets. They looked around and saw that it was deserted except me. All 4 waved to me and then flew away. My friendly neighborhood alien family (FNAF). I lost my appetite and hurried back. When I reached back our neighbor’s tree was attacking our garden. Man my mom loved her garden. That tree was gonna wonder what hit him when he met her. I ran inside-“Dad, the tree next door is wrecking our garden. Dad the tree just took a leak in our pool.”
“Teenagers these days will blame anyone but themselves for the trouble they create. Boy, I will box your ears stop this nonsense immediately.”
The pissing part made me feel aglow with the warmth which one experiences on seeing a miracle. A tree pissing -this one I had to see. It was like the time I got an A grade in math. I didn’t even bribe the teacher. I swear. One universal fact about pissing is it calms you down. It applied to the tree too so it went back peacefully. Then their house attacked our house. The small kid who lives on their other side started egging it on- “Smash them. Destroy them .He always sniggers at me. And his dad is a grouchy bastard.”
I don’t know whether the tree heard or not. But it only broke one window and then it ran back. “Son! Where are you? Sonny, sonny , sonny.. “my dad’s voice rang out. We didn’t have a dog named sonny but he seemed to be calling out to one in barely controlled rage.Then he came upstairs saw me sitting there as innocent as the day I was born.
“Wow, you ran really fast after breaking that window, dad said in an impressed tone. By the way are you on something?”
I wished I could take the credit. Very seldom does dad sound impressed by something I’ve done. “Dad, it was the house next door.”
“Did it spank you son?” My dad’s sanity seemed to be crumbling. There was an insane edge to his voice.
“Well dad why would it?”
“Maybe because you broke the window or might be due to the really pathetic nature of your excuses.”
I was 10 when I was spanked last time. At 18 it was a totally different experience. I was more eloquent in my pain. My howling screams approached sublime music. My pained expression was heart melting stuff. I wish I could audition for a role requiring a pained expression while being spanked by my dad. After the spanking I went out and sat in the garden directing a malevolent gaze at my neighbor’s house. Then my mom came out. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time is a subtle art. My mom shrieked with sheer terror [Not on seeing me. Though sometimes she does seem to regret spawning such a great specimen of the homo sapiens sapiens ].
Then she wielded her gardening tools in a manner akin to the psychopaths they show in gore flicks from Hollywood. I had to run to save my hide. I had learnt by recent experience that people did not believe in weird truths told by chronic liars. (Innocent guys like me get labeled all the time.) I ran to the same side street my FNAF had flown away from. They were coming back. I moved back to the main street. They came closer. Alien father -“Hello ,neighbour male child. I am the male head of this family”( English is not as easy as people make it out to be).
“Er..I know sir..”
“We want to inform you about our project mayhem”.
“Ahem? The polite sound in the throat I know about it. Goodbye dear sir”, I said trying to sidle away.
“Hold on, son. Mayhem not ahem. The end of this world as you know it . We were the scouts sent by our race . Its ideal for our habitation but humans are pests.We are the experts in pest extermination. So we were sent to discover a way so as to destroy the order of human society but to our chagrin we discovered there was but minimal order here and total chaos would require something more. So we decided upon using love as a weapon. We’ll make you earthlings fall in love without the mental barriers of age , sex and even species . Fall in love is a wrong term perhaps. You all will be making love in the streets with every sort of living creature. “
Actually such things need not be unleashed . Some of it happens anyways.He would perhaps have said more if the truck hadn’t run them over . Standing in the middle of the road and talking to a kid on a footpath is a foolish thing to do especially when the party concerned is supposed to be Intelligent beings from outer space( IBFOS) . But IBFOS were too dumb to survive in the mayhem that rules the streets of sweet ol’ earth …
By-Aseem Mahajan